#ai art creations

[mericanasshole83]

[dreemurrinthenight]

if y’all see this floating around: yes, it’s from me, and yes, you can find the original post on hoyolab under the same user <3

[hamletthedane]

I was meeting a client at a famous museum’s lounge for lunch (fancy, I know) and had an hour to kill afterwards so I joined the first random docent tour I could find. The woman who took us around was a great-grandmother from the Bronx “back when that was nothing to brag about” and she was doing a talk on alternative mediums within art.

What I thought that meant: telling us about unique sculpture materials and paint mixtures.

What that actually meant: an 84yo woman gingerly holding a beautifully beaded and embroidered dress (apparently from Ukraine and at least 200 years old) and, with tears in her eyes, showing how each individual thread was spun by hand and weaved into place on a cottage floor loom, with bright blue silk embroidery thread and hand-blown beads intricately piercing the work of other labor for days upon days, as the labor of a dozen talented people came together to make something so beautiful for a village girl’s wedding day.

What it also meant: in 1948, a young girl lived in a cramped tenement-like third floor apartment in Manhattan, with a father who had just joined them after not having been allowed to escape through Poland with his pregnant wife nine years earlier. She sits in her father’s lap and watches with wide, quiet eyes as her mother’s deft hands fly across fabric with bright blue silk thread (echoing hands from over a century years earlier). Thread that her mother had salvaged from white embroidery scraps at the tailor’s shop where she worked and spent the last few days carefully dying in the kitchen sink and drying on the roof.

The dress is in the traditional Hungarian fashion and is folded across her mother’s lap: her mother doesn’t had a pattern, but she doesn’t need one to make her daughter’s dress for the fifth grade dance. The dress would end up differing significantly from the pure white, petticoated first communion dresses worn by her daughter’s majority-Catholic classmates, but the young girl would love it all the more for its uniqueness and bright blue thread.

And now, that same young girl (and maybe also the villager from 19th century Ukraine) stands in front of us, trying not to clutch the old fabric too hard as her voice shakes with the emotion of all the love and humanity that is poured into the labor of art. The village girl and the girl in the Bronx were very different people: different centuries, different religions, different ages, and different continents. But the love in the stitches and beads on their dresses was the same. And she tells us that when we look at the labor of art, we don’t just see the work to create that piece - we see the labor of our own creations and the creations of others for us, and the value in something so seemingly frivolous.

But, maybe more importantly, she says that we only admire this piece in a museum because it happened to survive the love of the wearer and those who owned it afterwards, but there have been quite literally billions of small, quiet works of art in billions of small, quiet homes all over the world, for millennia. That your grandmother’s quilt is used as a picnic blanket just as Van Gogh’s works hung in his poor friends’ hallways. That your father’s hand-painted model plane sets are displayed in your parents’ livingroom as Grecian vases are displayed in museums. That your older sister’s engineering drawings in a steady, fine-lined hand are akin to Da Vinci’s scribbles of flying machines.

I don’t think there’s any dramatic conclusions to be drawn from these thoughts - they’ve been echoed by thousands of other people across the centuries. However, if you ever feel bad for spending all of your time sewing, knitting, drawing, building lego sets, or whatever else - especially if you feel like you have to somehow monetize or show off your work online to justify your labor - please know that there’s an 84yo museum docent in the Bronx who would cry simply at the thought of you spending so much effort to quietly create something that’s beautiful to you.

[xanna-tose]

Cave Queen 👑

[severius-ia]

[ranmaru-kageyama]

psyncin in the pain b path or however it went

[demadogs]

some of you need to hate ai way more than you currently do

[stranded-ziggy]

Tumblr can still be scraped even if you opt out of this particular scraping, your stuff's not safe.

Glaze and nightshade are the best way to go, even for memes.

Don't let these dickwads use our creativity for their benefit.

And yeah, if you support AI you're a dickwad, fuck you, unfollow me.

[asmodel-ai]

Bath House

[mericanasshole83]

[agentc0rn]

Lonely earth-bound monarch figures whose existences and legacies extend past the bounds of time and space.

[beautifulaigirl]

[xanna-tose]

Pinup 📌 Friday

[severius-ia]

[screampotato]

I wasn't going to share this.

It's not that I didn't want to. But these days, putting any art online feels like casting very personal pearls before ravenous robot swine.

But then I saw that post about the cosplayer who shared her armour technique, in defiance of the urge to keep it secret, and I thought, stuff all this. AI may steal our work, but the saddest thing would be if AI stopped us from sharing it at all.

In the spirit of the old Internet, of sharing and collaboration and collective joy, here is the image I drew on Sunday as I listened to the minister talking about creation, the sun moon and stars.

[lagunapoint]

𝗟𝘂𝗰𝗮𝗻𝗶𝘀 𝗗𝗲𝗹𝗹𝗮𝗺𝗼𝗿𝘁𝗲 𝗗𝗿𝗮𝗴𝗼𝗻 𝗔𝗴𝗲: 𝗧𝗵𝗲 𝗩𝗲𝗶𝗹𝗴𝘂𝗮𝗿𝗱 ʙɪᴏᴡᴀʀᴇ

I've been tinkering with AI a bit, and, well... I can't breathe.

A little my AI fan art while waiting for news from Bioware💜